your plastic soul

your hollow smell
washed and rinsed
makeshift particles
a synthetic sense

invisible poison
flows through my veins
diswhasher safe
artificial pains

recycled heart
compliant cliche
the dense mistake
I struggle to break

the mouth of my soul
searches the sweet
ethereal taste
of sand on my feet

his musky essence
present earth and air
searching for zest
in that old stone wear

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